Emerald Ghost

[legendarybuchou]

Then came the wind like a bugle

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[irubyoulongtime]

The wind tapped like a tired man,
And like a host, "Come in,"
I boldly answered; entered then
My residence within...

No bone had he to bind him,
His speech was like the push
Of numerous humming-birds at once
From a superior bush.

His countenance a billow,
His fingers, if he pass,
Let go a music, as of tunes
Blown tremulous in glass....

I'll take that nap with the hurricane for you, and we can trade experiences, Fisher-san.

[legendarybuchou]

Another poetry admirer, I see. Dickinson has excellent imagery, doesn't she?

It's quite exciting, isn't it? I just may have to set up a line and then take a nice nap.

[irubyoulongtime]

Dickinson is lovely, her images are always unexpected and precisely perfect... And yet she's always willing to revise and change.

I would reccomend it, never having regretted a nap myself.

[legendarybuchou]

And the new imagery she creates is just as enthralling as the last. Even I'm Nobody-probably my least favorite of her poems-has its own charm.

I do wish, one day, to travel to a country where an afternoon siesta is commonplace. I can never concentrate in the afternoon.